ENZO ST JOHN
Vampire
Posts: 52
Age:
144
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 6, 2024 20:02:07 GMT
|
Post by ENZO ST JOHN on Oct 6, 2023 17:56:13 GMT
The irritating pinging sound had finally shut off as he’d pulled into the curb and shut off the engine. New cars ran in a similar way and the design hadn’t changed that much on the surface, underneath was a different matter though. There were signals and lights and all sorts of things he hadn’t thought to get Aurora or the former owner of the car (who’d agreed so generously, under compulsion, to gift him the vehicle) to explain.
Enzo craned forward to stare up at the building. It was fancier than the place he’d found for himself. Considering what he’d heard about Tristan de Martel, it seemed fitting. The man liked the glamour, the class. Just like the Original vampire he apparently hated – although that smacked more of envy to him than anything else. Most of what he knew about the guy had come from Aurora and, of course, it was coloured with her opinions on her brother. There had to be some truth to it, though. Like with Chiara, appearances could be deceiving, but the reality remained, lurking under the surface.
He slipped out of the car, remembering to lock it up before he strolled towards the building. Maybe there would be someone there to stop him, Chiara had always had people guarding her home, the family’s headquarters too. You didn’t leave the front door wide open for just anybody to get close. From the sounds of it, Tristan might’ve been paranoid enough to have the entire place barricaded.
Dark eyes twitched around the space, trying to spot some sort of security – even those gleaming cameras that Wes had dotted all over the Augustine’s facility – but he found little before he heard the elevator humming down towards him. That was something else that had gotten smoother over the years. It was all electronic now, those little devices supposedly making life easier doing the opposite for him. He had a phone now, at least – welcome to the twenty-first century Enzo St. John.
Like the car, the door of the elevator pinged. Enzo’s step slowed, his gaze narrowing as the suited figure stepped out. Perhaps he wouldn’t have to go knocking at the apartment door after all. There was enough of a resemblance between him and Aurora that he was almost certain he was looking at Tristan de Martel. Head of the Strix, a man – a vampire - powerful enough that even the Augustines wouldn’t dare to cross him. There was no guarantee of this working out, but if it did he would end up under another’s thumb again.
For a split second he considered just walking past, feigning a trip to another apartment. Enzo stopped himself, coming to a standstill a yard away from the man. He was between a rock and a hard place now – trapped between a vengeful witch and a torturous maniac – and he wanted out.
”Your sister sent me to see you,” Enzo said by way of greeting, his hands already coming up like he was warding off some sort of violent reaction. It wasn’t like he had a white flag to wave, or that Tristan was willing to accept that sort of thing. ”She thinks that we could be of use to one another. My name is Enzo St. John, and from what I’ve heard, you lead the most powerful organisation of vampires in the world.” He doubted that Aurora had told her brother about the man who’d helped her escape from an asylum back in the 30s, or that he’d snuck into her vehicle looking for sanctuary decades later. Men who tried to involve themselves in his sister’s life didn’t last long once Tristan heard about them.
|
|
|
Post by TRISTAN DE MARTEL on Nov 12, 2023 22:51:52 GMT
SANCTUARY WITH ENZO ST. JOHN
He poured over documents, soaking in the history of this small town. There was much more to be learned than one would think. In the end, the place was seeped in blood. Perfect. All the violence over the years no doubt left a scar on the land. He would take advantage of that. He would add to this place's sordid history in the end. He would leave a mark of his own.
He set aside the old tome and reached for another one. Only he was interrupted. The look on his face as one of the younger Strix vampires stood in the doorway said it all. He gave himself a moment and then he set aside his current pursuit. So much for a quiet evening.
After he was briefed, Tristan stood, reaching for his jacket. He slipped his arms into the sleeves and made sure it hung just as it should. The buttons were carefully put in place and his tie was straightened to its proper position before he even thought of leaving the comfort of his sitting room. He moved through the penthouse suite towards the source of his annoyance (even if said source didn't know he was such at the moment).
Tristan found himself face to face with a younger vampire in the end. He waited, stone faced for an explanation and when it was given, he had to admit that he had not seen that coming. He tilted his head just so, trying to take in as much detail about the newcomer as he could. An unbiased first impression --- although it was hard to do the moment he realized this Enzo knew Aurora.
(so many things went through his mind)
He finally broke into a smile and gestured towards his door. "Please come in. I prefer to discuss business in comfort, don't you?" Without waiting for an answer he retreated, not to his sitting room but to the main space. He crossed the room and poured himself a drink. He tipped the glass towards Enzo. "Would you like one? I have a feeling you are about to tell me quite a story as to why my sister thinks we could help one another."
|
|
ENZO ST JOHN
Vampire
Posts: 52
Age:
144
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 6, 2024 20:02:07 GMT
|
Post by ENZO ST JOHN on Dec 10, 2023 17:53:31 GMT
There were few myths in vampire history that Chiara had ever seemed to believe in. Even now, as he stood waiting for Aurora’s brother to arrive, Enzo could practically hear her cackle in his head. She’d had no time for any other sort of power. She’d believed she’d owned their neighbourhood and it would’ve taken an act of God to take her down. In the end it had just taken grief and one vampire she believed had absolutely failed at his job.
The fact that he could still feel guilt weighing heavy as lead in the pit of his stomach didn’t matter. He hadn’t been the one to kill Francesco, he’d just been the one too chickenshit to head back to face the consequences when it had happened – not that he’d had much choice in that matter either. Decades in a cage might have protected him from the Meraviglias, but it hadn’t happened because he’d wanted to hide. He’d paid for every one of those years with endless torture. Somehow he doubted hearing about that was going to satisfy Chiara and that was why he was trying to find his way behind another wall. One wearing a slick suit.
Enzo glanced down at himself as Tristan approached, smoothing a hand over his t-shirt. Definitely underdressed compared to Tristan and his Strix minions, but it wasn’t like he’d gone compelling shop keepers into letting him take whatever he wanted yet and the deep pockets that had once provided tailors and custom fit suits had vanished the moment he’d gone to war. The denim and leather had come from the closet in the apartment he’d compelled his way into. If Tristan was gonna turn his nose up at it he’d just have to deal with it.
The stony expression had him sure this wasn’t gonna go well. Aurora had warned him about her brother. He didn’t suffer fools lightly, especially when they were fools involved with his sister. He bristled as Tristan tilted his head, like a bird about to snatch up a juicy worm. He prepared to try and back out, but instead Tristan broke out into a smile – which was probably an even worse sign.
Cautiously, Enzo followed him into the apartment. The place was a dozen levels swankier than the basement apartment he’d retreated to – without a daylight ring it hadn’t seemed worth it to try and upgrade. ”I certainly appreciate it,” Enzo said lightly. Chiara had done the same when they’d first met, although even then he’d known that the snake would probably turn on him eventually. An offer of a hand out of the gutter hadn’t been enough to rid him of the pessimism stamped into him by the workhouse and years on the street.
”I’ll take a glass, thanks,” Enzo said, nodding at Tristan. Even with the offer of hospitality it still felt like he was balanced on a knife edge here, one wrong word enough to have him sliced in two. ”Your sister knows my story,” he said lightly, his eyes narrowing faintly. ”I found her on a road back in the 30s and took her into New York city, made sure she was safe. At the time I was working for an organisation not entirely unlike yours. It was run by a powerful witch who’d built herself up a little empire. I was her enforcer, as I imagine this lot are for you.” He gestured around, meaning Tristan’s little minions. ”A few years later I had a falling out with my employer and found myself in some trouble – which left me here in Mystic Falls now with people looking for me. I suspect your sister thought I might be able to put some of that experience to use working for you, and at the same time being under your wing might offer me a little protection.” Only not if Tristan thought he’d been taking liberties with the little sister he’d spent his entire vampire life trying to protect.
|
|